A wife decided to surprise her husband, Dave, with a trip to a local strip club for his birthday.
The moment they walked up to the entrance, the doorman waved and smiled, “Hey, Dave! How’s it going, buddy?”
The wife frowned. “Dave, how does he know your name?”
“Oh, easy,” Dave stammered. “He’s on my local bowling league.”
Once they sat down, a waitress immediately walked over and dropped a Budweiser on their table. “Your usual, Davey?” she asked with a wink.
The wife’s eyes narrowed. “And how does she know what you drink?”
“Well, honey, she’s in the ladies’ division of the bowling league. We share the same lanes on Tuesday nights.”
Right on cue, a gorgeous dancer sashayed over to their table, wrapped her arms around Dave’s neck, and purred, “Hey, sexy. Ready for your usual private lap dance?”
Furious and humiliated, the wife grabbed her purse and stormed out of the club. Dave panicked and chased her into a waiting taxi.
As the cab sped away, the wife absolutely erupted, screaming at him at the top of her lungs and calling him every terrible name in the book. Dave pleaded desperately, claiming it was all a giant misunderstanding.
Hearing the chaos in the back, the cab driver adjusted his rearview mirror, looked back, and remarked,
“Geez, Dave. You usually pick up much nicer girls than this on your bowling nights.”
